Followed by a Stranger (BILLIONAIRE BEHAVING BADLY SERIES Book 3) (5 page)

Explicit.
 

Raw.
 

Too much.
 

“That’s it.
 
That looks good.”
 
His voice was rough interrupted by quickened
breaths that told me how turned on he was.

I risked looking to the side through
my hair as the single arm I was resting on started to shake with exertion.
 
He was sitting on his heels, fisting his cock
at the sight of me, rough pulls that looked like they should have hurt.
 
Those eyes of his, green pools of fierceness,
were on the action but moved to mine as if he could sense my attention.
 
“You like to watch me, Rebecca?
 
Maybe I’ll let you get up close and
personal.”
 
He slipped off the side of
the bed and rounded closer to my head, kneeling in front of me on the pillows,
still wielding his cock as though it was a weapon.
 
“Let’s see how good you are at
multitasking.”
 
The wet tip of his cock
brushed against my lips and I instinctively licked the saltiness of him into my
mouth.
 
“That’s it baby, lick it and fuck
yourself.
 
I want you to come while I’m
in your mouth.
 
I want to feel your
surrender.”

I moaned and I knew he would have
been able to feel it against his cock as I let him push in deep.
 
The vibrator was sliding in and out easily
now, and I had found a way to angle it so it hit the right spot to bring me
closer.
  
I moved my face downwards when
I pushed the vibrator in and up when I pulled it out, and with my eyes closed I
could almost imagine he was inside me at both ends.
 
He didn’t thrust at first but rested a hand
on the top of my head, more as a display of power than direct control.
 
My jaw was burning but the feeling of him
starting to swell against my tongue was enough for me to forget my
discomfort.
 
The taste of him became
stronger as my orgasm started to build, each pull and push of toy bringing me
closer and closer.

The room was filled with slick wet
sounds as I pumped us both with a frenzy I didn’t recognise.
 
I was on the edge of coming and maybe he knew
because he started talking, his mouth so full of filthy words I wanted to lick
them right out.
 
“I can smell you,
Rebecca.
 
It makes me so fucking
hot.
 
I know you’re close, so do it
harder.
 
Imagine it’s my cock stretching
you open, slamming against your ass.
 
Imagine I’m watching it spread you open until you’re dripping…”

It was the image of him fucking me
that took the bundle of coiled arousal in my pussy and pushed it outwards
through my body and mind until I couldn’t see or breathe or even register what
was happening around me.
 
All I knew was
dark pleasure; like a thick velvet drape, it swathed me in shadowy sensation.
 
I registered a noise but it took a while
before I realised it was coming from me.
 
The sound was too much, too desperate and wanton.
 
And all while I still had his cock in my
mouth.
 
I felt like I’d been rent open,
all the emotions I’d been pressing down suddenly bubbled upwards until tears
spilled silently over my cheeks and I drew in a rasping breath, pulling back
and hiding my face in my hands.
 
Andrew
was silent as I half sobbed, half panted into my palms, the vibrator slipping
to the bed with a thud.
 

This was everything I had feared;
emotions unearthed and me totally out of control.
 

I must have looked a wreck but I
wasn’t sure what I wanted Andrew to do.
 
When he shifted I thought he was going to reach towards me, but then his
foot thudded against the floor and he whispered, “I’m so sorry,” and that was
the last thing I wanted from him.
 
Pity
burns so hard when your wounds are raw.
 
And it stung more because this whole pile of crazy had transpired
because of Andrew’s reactions to his own hurt.

Before he could get away I grabbed
his wrist and held him as tightly as I could.
 
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I said.
 
“Don’t you do this,
Andrew.
 
You want to hold the strings and pull them so
you don’t need to get close to the reality of anything, tie me up in knots so I
can’t touch you, hold yourself so remotely so you can walk away unscathed.
 
Well, fuck you, if you think you can walk
away now.
 
Fuck you.”

“Rebecca,” he said with so much pain
in his voice I felt something shatter inside me.
 
I was up and off the bed, standing just an
inch from him, breathing hard, and he didn’t move.
 

“You don’t get to use me like that
Andrew, to fuck out your misery and move on, denying everything and lying to
yourself.”
 
I was so angry at him and
sorry too.
 
It’s hard to face hurt so
visceral when you are still recovering from it yourself.
 
To see a reflection of your own pain
magnifies everything to a needle-point of anguish.
 
I swiped at my face that was wet with tears.

“Let me go,” he said softly, reaching
out to cuff my hand that was still gripping his wrist.

“No,” I hissed, shoving him hard in
the chest with enough force to knock him off his feet, and back onto the
bed.
 
His hand released mine as his
instinct to steady himself took over.
 
I’d released his wrist too and stood in front of him, breathing hard.
 
I felt wild and angry as I leaned towards him
slowly until my mouth was hairsbreadth away from his.
 
His eyes searched mine with confusion and
something that looked like hope.
 
“It’s
my turn, Andrew.
 
You got to have everything
your own way.
 
Now it’s mine.”
 
I licked against his mouth, taking first his
top lip, then his bottom between mine and sucking.
 
He kept his hands at his sides, resting flat
on the bed.
 
When I pulled back I could
see he’d grasped the quilt in tight fists as if he was restraining himself from
reaching out.
 

“Rebecca,” he whispered, almost a
warning, but I wasn’t going to let anything he said get to me.
 
I looked down at his body, the beauty of it
that I’d never been allowed to touch, and I wanted to feast on it.
 
I deserved that much.
 
I watched my own hand reach out to touch the golden
skin that rounded over his broad shoulder and he shivered as my finger traced
lower, over his bicep and then across his heavily muscled chest to his tight
brown nipple, circling it lightly.

When I pinched it gently, he made a
strained sound but I carried on regardless, down over the ripples of his
stomach muscles, following the soft trail of hair from his belly button until
my fingers grazed the head of his hard cock.

I put one knee onto the bed, pressing
the inside of my leg against his thigh and opening myself in front of him. His
eyes were between my legs as I held onto his shoulders and straddled his
lap.
 
“You see…this is going to go a
little differently this time,” I breathed into his ear, grinding my pussy
against his cock.
 
“This time I get to
take exactly what I want.”

“Yes,” he breathed, licking against
my neck and stroking my hair that hung over my breasts in dark streams.
 

“Yes,” I said, reaching between us
for his cock and holding it steady so I could lower myself onto it.
 
I hadn’t realised how important it was for me
to have an element of control during sex.
 
As I took him inside me, it was a different sensation; one of acceptance
rather than surrender.
 
I was as wet as a
river and it took just one downward push for our bodies to join and he grasping
onto my hips with desperately firm fingers that pulled me towards him.
 

The feel of his smooth skin under my
palms was so sensuous and I realised how much I’d missed being able to touch
him during sex.
 

Being more of an active participant
brought a different edge to things I knew I was getting what I needed but suddenly
wondered about how he felt.
 
I held his
face and brought his gaze to meet mine, and reeled from the fear and the
yearning I saw there.
 

Andrew was scared; as scared as
me.
 

I started to roll my hips, slowly at
first, holding his face as I moved, watching his lids lower with lust.
 
He shook his head slightly, as if he was
warring with himself, willing his body not to enjoy what was happening or his
mind to not succumb to the intimacy of it.
 
I stroked over his lips with my thumb, ground my clit against him and moaned
when I felt him start to swell inside me.
 

“Andrew,” I said, not recognising the
sound of my own voice.
 
“Look at
me.”
 
He shook his head so I put my face
right in front of his. “You feel so good,” I said, kissing his mouth.
 
“I love touching you.”
 

He moaned as I sped my movements,
pulling me tightly against him and rolling us so the cool of the bed was at my
back and the heat of him was pressed on top of me.
 
He took over, thrusting into me so hard I felt
myself shifting up the bed and I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him
down against me so we were mouth to mouth and joined as much as we could
be.
 
He was trembling and I held him
tighter, legs clasped around his hips, arm around his chest and hand clasped to
the side of his face.
 
“Rebecca,” he
rasped against my mouth.
 
“Fuck.”

He came hard, seizing so tightly,
face screwed up as though it hurt.
 
He
didn’t stop thrusting through the whole thing, as though he wanted to extract
absolutely every ounce of pleasure he could, or was trapped within the need to
release more than just his orgasm.
 
His
breathing was so ragged it chaffed at my heart.
 
“It’s okay,” I soothed.
 
“It’s
okay, baby.
 
Let it go.”

Andrew stayed above me, even as he
softened, face pressed into my neck.
 
My
sweat cooled but I didn’t move, just held him to me and stroked his back.
 
Eventually he lifted his hips slightly so his
cock slipped from me.
 
I felt a trickle
of wetness between my legs and registered that he hadn’t used a condom.
 
I was on the pill but it was stupid,
regardless.
 
Stupid and so unbelievably
sexy to feel what he had left inside me spilling out onto the sheets
beneath.
 

He had a hand resting at the top of
my head and I could feel him absently playing with my hair.
  
We didn’t talk, just rested in our own
thoughts for a while. I had so much to say to him but it didn’t feel like it
was my turn to speak.
 
I’d said enough.

I knew that I felt something deep for
this man who was such a strange mix of tenderness and strength, who held
himself apart so he didn’t get hurt and cared so much about my feelings he’d
flown over an ocean to mend things.
 
I
was so frightened of going back to the bitter grief I’d been feeling, to those
times when I woke each morning feeling normal for just a few seconds before the
sadness crashed over me like breakwater.
 
I wasn’t ready for this but I couldn’t go back.
 
I’d taken a chance in that hotel bar, wanting
to do something frivolous and adventurous; my first one night
stand
.
 
But instead
I’d ended up with this growing connection to someone who was obviously in no
fit state for a relationship and with no desire to form one.
 

Stupid girl for
risking my heart again.

As if he read my mind Andrew started
to speak softly against my neck.

“I’m so stupid, Rebecca.
 
I shouldn’t have followed you here.
 
I shouldn’t have done any of the things I’ve
done.
 
If I’ve hurt you, I’m so
sorry.
 
You have to know I didn’t want
that.
 
You have to know how sorry I am.”

I turned my face so my lips were
closer to his ear.
 
“You said something
to me in Atlanta, about me choosing what happened, and you were right.
 
You think if I hadn’t wanted this that I wouldn’t
have tried to stop you?
 
I’m not saying
that I’m not hurting, but it isn’t something you did alone Andrew.
 
It’s something that started before I even met
you and I know it started before all this for you too.”